Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Message-ID: <7824eli$9801251944@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7824.txt> From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Out of this world 2 (Pony girls) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Theodore Spoonbender"@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34cb9803.92575594@post.demon.co.uk> Out of this World 2 (Pony girls) ****************************************************************** This story is for 18 year olds and over. It contains graphical descriptions of bondage, control and nc sex. Do not read it if you are a minor. This story is set on another planet, similar to earth. It is complete fantasy. Don't read it if you don't like penetration, dildo sex, pain, bondage etc. Just read the Peter Rabbit stories instead. Note that these girls are specially replicated for this task so don't try this at home. This story is (c) 1996 by Spoonbender and may be freelly copied and distributed as long as it left intact and is not altered in any way. ********************************************************************* I had just won a full racing, single girl-engined buggy. Now I was about to take possession. Read on...... I sat with the young man, supping hopbrew, as we completed the formalities for the transfer of ownership of his racing buggy which I had just won. He didn't seem to care about the loss of a 20,000 Finian buggy. He'd explained that he was the son of Captor Simplus the owner of the massive H2D multigalactic corporation. He had bought the buggy about a week ago and this was the first time he'd used it. He was disappointed with the performance and so he was glad to get rid of it. At first I was irritated by his manner but after a while we found that we had mountain jumping in common, so we discussed the Crags of Morag for a while. Finally it was time to leave. I offered to let my buggy take him home on automatic and he agreed as finding a taxi would have been difficult this far out into the country. I asked for his address and he indicated that he wanted to be taken to the Spacedrome at Nextian. I left him while I went outside to ready my rig for his journey. Even from a distance I could see that the engines had had their fair share of passing fucks. Leah in particular was dripping and sperm trickled down her widespread thighs. I unshackled the spreader bars and reached into the pannier to get the total immersion covers. There were various options available on this model of buggy, one of which was to allow the owner to set up certain control parameters if he were lending the rig to someone else. You could set the maximum sting voltage for example on tit, clit, cunt or butt or any combination. Plus you could set the plugs to pump or stay still. Finally you could lock off the engine's holes so she couldn't be tampered with or mistreated beyond your preset control specs. This was what I locked around both engine's bottom halves. I just didn't trust this young man and I was getting quite fond of these engines. I pushed the plugs fully home, I set the pump action to still, and was amazed on how easily it slid into Leah. She really must have been fucked virtually continuously from when I left her until just before I came back. Lets see, I was away about two hours, at say 10 minutes per fuck. Yes she had a really serious servicing, so I locked the back wheels together so Bree could drag her home if neccesary. As I worked on my rig the young man came over. 'You don't trust me much do you?' he said looking at the covers. 'Nothing personal' I said, but we both knew I didn't mean it. Still he didn't seem too put out. 'Do you mind if I give my..sorry your rig, a good seeing to by way of a goodbye?' he said. I shrugged 'Be my guest'. Well, it is customary if you sell a rig complete with an engine. While he prepared my new engine for sex. I continued with the preparations on my rig. First I locked both engines into their upright, cruising position then I pulled off Bree's hood and she shook her head to clear the sweat slicked hair from her face. I brushed it aside with my finger. I then proceeded to tell her where she should take the man. I also told her that I was handing over control of Leah to her and the passenger would control Bree only. She nodded ok, but she didn't look very happy. I put back the air scoop into her mouth and strapped it in, finally locking it in place. Meanwhile the young man was pumping away at my new acquisition. He pulled her this way and that as he tried to maximise his pleasure. I noticed that he had the butt plug vibrating at maximum. For a moment I hoped that she would have enough strength to get me home, then I mentally shrugged. That's life I thought, it even worth walking to get a prize like this one. He finished with a gigantic lunge that pushed her forward over the rig, I could see her legs shaking and her breasts heaving with exertion as he emptied himself into her. Finally he pulled out his tool and tucked it back into his cape. 'I'm glad to get shot of her, man. She can't race and she can't even fuck. You are welcome to her. Is your rig ready?' I nodded. 'I'll be gone then' he said and grasped my upper arm in the traditional goodbye manner. He may seem uncouth, I thought, but he had good manners. He waved, climbed into my rig, flicked all the controls to maximum causing Bree to virtually leap out of her harness and then he was gone. I was left alone with my prize. I walked around the buggy admiring its graceful lines. This gig was a masterpiece I thought. It was fully color coordinated and every bit of it was designed for speed. I went around the back and, ignoring her bright red oozing cunt, I proceeded to look at the cunt plug. As I thought, it was an uncouth oversized unit, 10 inches long and nearly three wide, a large burden for so small an engine. The only thing that stopped it from rupturing her was that it was made out of soft, flexirubb. Looking closely I could see that it could be expanded or extended, or both from the control console. An amazing piece of Engineering, made by H2D I noticed, no wonder daddy was so rich. I tried the manual overide control and it shrunk to a normal 6 inch by 1. I made it very slightly larger, after all she was used to a good penetration. I also adjusted the butt plug. I heard a noise behind me and glancing around I saw a noxious mechanical engined cart driven by two young men. I hated these contraptions, why couldn't they get normal girl engines like most folks? There were nearly 100 females to every male on this planet, and the replicators churned out more each day so they could hardly say there was a shortage. The men were strong, beefy looking characters. The one who was driving leaned out of his cab and shouted. 'Can we sex relieve ourselves in your rig?'. Country bumpkins! I had an idea. 'Sure' I said, 'if you give me a lift home with her, she is blown out.' They looked at each other and nodded. "Tell what' said the driver, 'drive rig you and we sex relieve meantime' Driving myself home seemed like a small price to pay for getting my prize back relatively unscathed so I agreed and the deal was struck. It was a terrible journey. The mechanical engine was noisy and nowhere near as smooth as my girl engines. Meanwhile the two men sex relieved themselves (as they put it) continually with my new engine. A bit of servicing does no harm, I thought. Finally we were home. I waved good bye to the men and they roared off and I winced at the noise. I didn't bother to fit her cunt plug back as I had only a short ride to my stables, I just controlled her on butt plug alone. I hooked her up to a fuel delivery unit, strapped her bottom half into the effluent rig and finally connected her environmental control unit to the stable's power supply I then left her. Tomorrow I would conduct speed trials on her. I smiled happily as my bed girl sucked me to sleep. I was woken the next morning by the Police. It seemed that the young man had cut off my engine's covers and left them spread and locked in the immigrant compound at the spacedrome. The police estimated they had been there for nearly 9 hours, in a compound holding 200 male immigrants who came to this planet to get fucked and my rig had supplied that service it seemed (although not with all of them I might add). They had been examined and were pronounced fit although very tired and sore. The Police Engine Vet had stuck a prohibition order on them so I couldn't use them for a week. That meant that I was left with my new acquisition as my sole form of transport as my brother had my three engined sussex rig and he was on tour. So I really had to test out her limits or I would be stranded. Luckily her medical data was only a week old and looking at the print out I could see that she was fit with no defects. I decided to take her for a spin around my estate, completely on manual, so I could get a feel for her controls. I pulled the stabilisers down so we could stay upright even at slow speeds and then took her out. She obviously knew that she was under someone elses control as I didn't use the caning unit to start her. Instead I moved her along with little nips at her clit. She responded well although a little jerkily each time the voltage hit her. This was normally the sign of partial training. Yes this was going to be fun, training a new engine. I had a large circular track about 3 miles long in my grounds which I used for engine testing and we headed there. I reached down and put my hand on her side and I could feel her trembling, fear possibly? I stroked her side reassuringly. Then we entered the track. I stopped and climbed off to inspect the controls like any responsible driver. The cane was slightly frayed so I replaced it with a thin, stingy rod from the spares pannier. The cunt prod I set to 8 inches and the butt prod to 6. I replaced her serrated clit clip with a large smooth unit with a stronger spring, I don't know about you but I find that the serrated clip is cruel and it tends to nullify the voltage after a while so I always use a straight. I then tightened the straps and climbed back on board. I sat for a while, feeling her between my legs as I smoked a length of backrope. I was planning how this session would go. I decided to try her to the maximum today just to get a feel for her controls. I selected clit and nipple at about 1/4 power then I hit the start button and we were off. I noticed straight away that she was very sensitive as she seemed to leap forward as the pain struck. Already we were moving at a brisk pace. I nudged the voltage up a notch and her legs pumped out of proportion to the shock. This was not good, there seemed to be very little control available here as she seemed to overreact to small pain increases. I increased it by degrees for a while until it was at maximum and at that time we were flying along. Not good at all! I then cut all power to see her reaction, she continued to pedal as fast she could. This one was going to need some serious training I thought. On cunt plug pumping she climaxed after only a few hundred yards even with a moderating voltage applied, at which point her rhythmn was lost and she went spastic on me. I then used the caning unit and the effect was miraculous. Even though her bottom sores from yesterday were cleared up by the effluent and cleansing unit she was obviously still smarting. So from the very first stroke she started to come back under control. So she had been partially trained, mainly with the stick, not a method I was much in favour of. So much can go wrong with caning units and if they do go wrong then you had lost virtually all control. For the next hour I tested out the various options, finding out the level of control responsiveness. Finally I could sense she was very tired so I rode back to the stables. I hooked her up to the refueller and went into the house while I thought through what I'd found out. I even wrote it down. Caning unit -Excellent response, sometimes over-responding Clit clip - reasonable, starts well at 1/4 power Cunt Plug (Shock) - Poor, very little coordination with shock level Cunt Plug (Vibrate) - loses some response even at low settings Cunt Plug (Pump) - Wild overaction, uncontrolled orgasms only partially cured with shocks Butt Plug (Shock) - Worse coordination than cunt plug Butt plug (Vibrate) - Slows her down (not a good sign) Butt Plug (Pump) - Very poor, slows her right down even on smallest size Nipple (shock) - good, best control feature! good coordination. Nipple (suck) - hardly any response (Overused???) Tit Massage - Pleasure only, no discernible control function After a while I decided on my training stategy and I walked purposefully back to my stables. I had decided to work her on cunt control only so she could get a feel for the different response levels. After a couple of hours on the track we had started to get somewhere, she was coordinating between shock levels and speed and the vibration in the cunt plug seemed to smooth out the jerks as the shocks hit. Finally I sensed she was ready for a bit of pumping. I locked the pump speed to the road speed and let rip. The effect was miraculous. Her controls settled down and her coordination was far better. I then pushed her up to maximum on all settings. It was very useful having a size control available. I was able to adjust it continually to achieve the best effect eventually settling on a 9 by 2 as her optimum setting. I was able to control her orgasms with a good, lengthy clit shock and so we were able to make steady progress. Finally I wheeled back to the stables. I called up her file from her control computer and took it back to my study. This is what I read. Name Deean Designation Engine (Racing Model) Training Partial Age 16 (earth year equivalent) Size 5 foot 4 inches exactly Breast size 34 B (adjusted for earth measurements) Waist 24 Hips 33 Weight 112 pounds Eyes Green Hair Yellowish (no equivalent colour on earth) - very long Skin Pink History Non replicant, humanoid captured on her home planet, declared as booty, sold on and designated engine first class. I pondered on her continuing training regime. Yes! I thought, I know what I'll do tomorrow and with that thought I went to bed. What would you do if you had her? ********************************************************************* Comments etc etc. Mail me! Want any more? Mail me! What about Bree's strip rig race? A story of racing machines completely powered by naked and plugged girls. 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